Catbur Soot (Not a furry)

Uh...

Tw more mentions of abuse

For reference on this chapter. I have two jokes in each of my stories about Technoblade. One, he has a coffee addiction and isn't fighter anarchist Technoblade until at least two cups of coffee. Two, he always knows where the thermometer is, even though he can't read it.

Funny hc; C!Technoblade can rap. Like full on Eminem rapping. He does it when no one's around.

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Wilbur froze. "Um..." he mumbled. 

"I just... I want to help you as much as I can," Phil continued. "It's okay if you are. I understand."

"You do?" Wilbur asked.

Phil nodded. "Of course. Techno was the same way when we adopted him. I'm guessing... you were often hurt as a kid. Abused. Am I right?"

Wilbur nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry," Phil murmured. "You... you never deserved this."

Wilbur shrugged. "Doesn't change anything."

"I know," Phil said. "But... I want to change it now. I want to help you."

"You don't have to," Wilbur said hurriedly. "Really... I can just go. You don't have to do this for Tommy or out of pity. I'll be fine on my own."

Phil sighed, looking Wilbur in the eyes. Of course Wilbur didn't meet them. "I want to," Phil said sincerely. "I really really want to."

"Why?" Wilbur asked wonderingly. 

"Because I care about you," Phil replied. "You're part of the family."

"But... you don't know me," Wilbur murmured. His voice cracked a little. 

Phil sighed. "You probably shouldn't be talking much, since I doubt you have been."

Wilbur nodded. "I know," he whispered.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes, Wilbur putting his head on the table. Tommy came bounding downstairs after a few minutes. "Hi Phil! Hi- Wil!" Tommy ran over to the table, immediately wrapping his arms around Wilbur's midsection. "Hi Wilby..." he mumbled.

Wilbur looked confused, and Phil was trying not to emote. Wilbur looked at the older with confusion. Phil just smiled back. Wilbur slowly put one of his arms on Tommy's back, reciprocating the hug. 

Techno staggered down the stairs after the little blonde. "Mmmmorning..." he mumbled.

Phil slid over a mug filled with coffee. "The gods themselves smile upon you," Techno mumbled.

Wilbur grinned. "You know you say that every day," he said.

"I do?" Techno asked. 

"Some version of it, yes," Phil laughed. 

"I suppose you heard and saw a lot about us..." Techno grinned.

"Wait..." Tommy frowned. "Doesn't that mean you've seen me naked?"

Wilbur, Techno, and Phil all laughed. Wilbur, as Soot, had seen Tommy change so technically...

Wilbur's laugh turned into a coughing fit. He grabbed his hoodie collar, pulling desperately for air. "Techno, go grab water," Phil commanded, running over and rubbing Wilbur's back. "It's alright, just breathe."

Wilbur cleared his throat, panting. Techno came back with a glass of water. "Here," he murmured.

Phil felt Wilbur's forehead as the brunette sucked up some of the water through a straw. "Christ you're warm. Does anyone know where the thermometer is?"

"Upstairs bathroom," Techno answered. "I'll grab it."

"Wilby, are you gonna be okay?" Tommy asked quietly.

"I'll be fine," he said.

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Guess who can't fucking sleep...

Uh yeah... he was not fine.

The poor brunette had gotten sicker and sicker over two days. He got even quieter when he was sick, and was just about as clingy as Tommy. Wilbur had been running a fever for two days and would randomly go into a coughing fit. Poor thing had a cold due to the cold he'd experienced and when he got sick as a cat he was also sick as a human. Phil had been telling him if his fever got any worse he'd have to go to the doctor's. 

Wilbur hated the doctors and begged him to change his mind.

Phil only gave on the whole  not forcing him to go immediately. They'd compromised by Wilbur only having to go if his fever got worse. Luckily, it hadn't, staying at about 101 degrees farenheight. 

Wilbur groaned. He was on his third day of being sick, and was absolutely miserable. He wasn't able to do much, mostly sleeping or watching shows with Tommy.

Tommy looked up. "You okay?" he asked.

Wilbur ruffled the blonde's hair affectionately. "I'm fine," he murmured. 

"Promise?" Tommy whispered.

Wilbur hesitated. How could he lie and say he was fine, when in reality he felt like shit? What was he supposed to do? 

"I'll be fine," he promised.

Techno came into the TV room. "You need a shower," he said to Wilbur.

"Thanks," Wilbur rolled his eyes.

"Seriously dude. When did you last have one?"

"When you bathed me," Wilbur admitted. 

"Yeah, okay. You need a shower." Techno gave him a sympathetic look. 

"I don't... I don't have any clothes." Wilbur whispered.

"Ah," Techno nodded. "I think I have some that may fit you."

Wilbur followed Techno upstairs as he proceeded to dig through all of his clothes for something to wear. "How are you so thin and so tall?" he mumbled. 

Wilbur laughed. "Genetics?" he tried.

"Har har." Techno rolled his eyes, tossing sweatpants at Wilbur. He stumbled and didn't catch them, having to pick them off the ground. Techno handed him a shirt. "There. If you need a hoodie, talk to me. Go take a shower. The soaps and stuff are in there, you should be able to use whatever."

"Thanks," Wilbur smiled.

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Okay, so that shower was a miracle worker or something? In between that, medicine, and rest (plus my laziness) Wilbur was beginning to feel better.

Tommy of course decided to use this sudden feeling better to drag him out in the woods and run around with him. Causing them both to fall and get scraped up and come back shivering.

Phil just rolled his eyes. "Idiots," he muttered.

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I can't sleeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppp...

My brain won't shut off and if this goes on I'm going to scream.

On the bright side, I finally hit the time point where I can be on electronics and if I get caught I'll just say I woke up...

I watched the second Avatar today. I don't think I realized how cruel I am until this moment.

Question; Tommy or Wilbur?

Tommy.

Wilbur.

Stay safe, stay happy, stay kind.

You are loved!!!

Fuck, I'm hungry...

THEMINDSTIRM!!!

Wtf is that?